“Pictures steal bits of your soul. I’d rather not rob you of something so incredibly necessary.” He grinned softly over at her before settling yet deeper into the crook of the couch. “Salon lady was right. Not many people can pull off bubblegum.”
“Too late, chum. Sold that off years ago,” Zoey replied, a hint of bitterness lying in the undertone of her words. She leaned back into the cushions and unfolded her legs from beneath her to rest them on his lap. “And ‘sides, I’m bored with bubblegum. I’m thinking blue next, or pastel rainbow.”